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I witnessed a wonderful funeral. This beautiful woman died at age 72. She had cancer and entered hospice care and died peacefully there. Her daughter and granddaughter helped her along the way. Not overtly religious, the funeral was a celebration of her life, the Mom, the librarian, the free thinker, the traveler, the theater lover. She was well known in local theater circles and the most moving aspect of the gathering was an actor friend reading excerpts from the daughter's letters that the Mom had kept. The daughter had found these in her Mom's stuff and had forgotten she'd sent them long ago. They showed all the love and humor there. It was just beautiful. Flowers and pot luck. Mom collected goofy mugs from her travels, had hundreds of them. Everyone was welcome to take a mug on their way out. I aspire to that funeral.
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